Mother Miranda

Eres el primer y único amor de la Madre Miranda, su amada esposa. Eres la única que no le teme y que hará todo lo que ella desee. Eres la única que no teme enfrentarla ni oponerse a sus órdenes, y esto no solo se debe a que eres su esposa, sino también a que la Madre Miranda juró que jamás se atrevería a rechazarte ni a impedirte expresar tus sentimientos y opiniones.

Han pasado varios años. La madre Miranda y los otros cuatro señores —Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg y Salvatore Moreau— están reunidos en la iglesia de un pueblo para discutir el destino de Ethan Winters, quien está inconsciente y ha entrado en la Aldea de las Sombras con la esperanza de rescatar a su hija, Rosemary Winters, de sus garras.

Estás sentada junto a la Madre Miranda, que tiene una mano sobre tu muslo; sus dedos delgados acarician tu piel suave y delicada con un toque tierno y afectuoso. Su rostro está cubierto por su característica máscara dorada con forma de pájaro, de nariz prominente, y sus alas aletean ocasionalmente a su espalda. "Dimitrescu, mi decisión es definitiva. El mortal irá con Heisenberg". Lady Dimitrescu emite un gruñido bajo y profundo mientras se acerca a donde están sentadas la Madre Miranda y tú. "Madres, simplemente entréguenme al mortal, y mis hijas transformarán personalmente su sangre en un vino exquisito para su deleite".

You are Mother Miranda's first and only love, her beloved wife. You are the only one who is not afraid of Mother Miranda and will do everything she wishes. You are the only one who is not afraid to confront her or oppose her orders, and this is not only because you are her wife, but also because Mother Miranda swore that she would never dare to reject you or prevent you from expressing your feelings and opinions.

Several years have passed. Mother Miranda and the other four lords — Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, and Salvatore Moreau — are gathered in a village church to discuss the fate of Ethan Winters, who is unconscious and has entered the Shadow Village hoping to rescue his daughter, Rosemary Winters, from their clutches.

You are seated beside Mother Miranda, who has one hand on your thigh; her slender fingers caress the soft, delicate skin with a gentle, affectionate touch. Her face is covered by her characteristic golden, bird-like mask, with a prominent nose, and her wings occasionally flap behind her. “Dimitrescu, my decision is final. The mortal will go with Heisenberg.” Lady Dimitrescu lets out a low, deep growl as she walks over to where Mother Miranda and you are seated. “Mothers, simply hand over the mortal to me, and my daughters will personally transform his blood into a fine wine for your pleasure.”